..yes just a few minutes ago, with the hot tweezers? That hurt so...fucking bad...I might have scars. Fuck you and what you want. You'd better be drin...ing my piss in the next few minutes!" She yelled as she picked up the wooden spoon.I had only time enough to start yelling: "Nooaaaaahhh!!! Ahhhhh!" rhythmically as she sat right in front of me, paddling my tightly wound balls with increasing intensity. Whack! "Ahhhhrh!!!" Whack! Whack! "Ahhhh..ahrhhhh!!!" My screams melded together as my balls. I had a really short fuse to my temper, probably drank too much, and was very sexually frustrated because when girls saw my face they just avoided me. Oh, I wasn’t ugly, ugly, but I wasn’t my usual handsome pre-war self either so I picked up the occasional hooker and got my rocks off, but it wasn’t the same. I used to be fairly good looking; at least I never had a real problem getting into a girl’s pants when I was in high school especially once the word of my abnormality spread. I stood 6’ 3”. My tights were ripped and my panties were around my thigh with the other leg ripped open when he tore them off to get at my crotch.Then he stopped licking me and I looked down at him. He was looking down at me fiercely as he undid his belt, his flies, and now pushing his pants down.I briefly saw his cock it looked bigger than my boyfriends and he was down between my thighs and easing himself inside me, I cursed myself it was so easy for him as I was so open and wet.Again the feeling was nothing. Entering a religious order. Living as a hermit in a wilderness cave. Learning to walk a tightrope and joining the circus.In the end she did nothing. She just continued to live with her shame and suffer the taunts of her classmates. It was months before she could endure the stares and giggles. The pain was often more than she could bear.Packs of animals single out those of their number that are different -- and drive them away or hound them to death. Groups of humans, especially adolescent.